I'm a bisexual man and have been for as long as I can remember. I thoroughly enjoy sleeping with men and women.

I'm a solitary man. I live alone, travel alone, have no close family or friends and I absolutely love it. It is liberating, giving me time to do any and all things that I want to do. Hence, I've never cared about what anybody thinks me. But, a recent event made me curious as to what people actually think about my lifestyle.

Let me break down what happened:

I am back in town today, after 2 months of traveling and am enjoying a beer at my favorite local bar when I receive a tap on the shoulder. It is an an old sex partner from high school. I should mention now that she has a gay brother.

She's excited and quickly wraps her arms around my neck and hugs me. After exchanging pleasantries and talking about each others exploits, I decide I want to have sex with her.

I initiate physical contact, tease her lightly, and like a fly to a spider, she's caught in my web. But for old times sake she hurls a few small shit tests my way, just to make sure I still have my edge:

Me: You're wearing that perfume that I like so much.

Her: I bet you say that to all the girls.

Me: I do.

Her: Then how do I know you mean it?!

Me: You don't.

Her: Ugh! leans in to me

I grab her by the nape of the neck and push her lips unto mine.

We head back to her home where she still lives with her parents who are away on holiday.

We have rough sex, where she orgasms twice. She is a squirter, which is delightful.

She falls asleep and I quietly make my way out of the room. As I'm walking down the hall the bathroom door opens and it's her brother whom I thought wasn't home. He smiles at me and makes his way towards his room. On impulse I grab him by the arm, spin him around, pin him to wall and kiss him.

He leads me to his room and I give him the same brutal treatment I had just finished giving his sister.

As I'm putting my clothes back on he slightly surprises me by giving me a shit test, which is odd coming from a man but I pinned it on the fact that he is gay and extremely effeminate:

Him: You fuck guys and girls, how do you sleep at night?

Me: On a bed made of money. (Thank you, Don Draper)

He giggles and kisses me. I leave and drive home.

And it's when I'm sitting on the couch, enjoying my nightly glass of milk that it dawns on me. How DO I sleep at night? And I had the answer almost immediately. Because I simply don't care.

But it peaked my curiosity. What DO you all think about bisexuality? Or homosexuality in general? Does it make you uncomfortable? How? Have you ever thought of indulging? Have you? Does it make you any less of a man?

I'm interested.

TL;DR - Title says it all.